Awards began at 10 pm on the dot. There were 10 bands from across the country here who had all just put on the performance of a lifetime. It was going to be a hard call.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and those in between. Thank you for joining us for the 50th annual American Marching Association's National Competition here in Indianapolis. Let's not waste our time and instead go straight into the scores of our 10 phenomenally talented bands!"
All of the drum majors were lined up on the track. I didn't fail to notice that Jace and Tom were standing next to each other, close enough to bump shoulders.
"In 10th place with a score of 79.2, from Dayton, Ohio the Dayton Titans!"
79.2 in 10th place.
79.2?
Oh god.
"79.2 is the lowest score?" Cam asked from next to me.
"What the fuck?" Max groaned.
"We're screwed!" David exclaimed.
"In 9th place with a score of 81.4, from Breckenridge, Colorado the Breckenridge Mountaineers!"
We all sat on the edge of our seats with bated breath.
"In 8th place with a score of 82.4, from Raleigh, North Carolina the Johnson Jackals!"
"In 7th place with a score of 82.6, from Grand Rapids, Michigan the Clark Cavaliers!"
"In 6th place with a score of 83.4, from Fayetteville, Georgia the Fayetteville Mustangs!"
"In 5th place with a score of 84.1, from Arlington, Texas the Arlington Raiders!"
"I can't do this." Max groaned, "The suspense is killing me."
"In 4th place with a score of 84.5, from Englewood, Colorado the Englewood Bears!"
"In 3rd place with a score of 84.9." Cam's grip on my hand tightened, "from McKinney, Texas the McKinney Broncos!"
"No way," Cam whispered.
"In 2nd place with a score of 86.1."
Holy shit.
"From Nashua, New Hampshire the Lovell Knights!"
I jumped up from my seat, tackling David and Max into hugs and screaming at the top of our lungs. We got second place nationally after not even qualifying for nationals the year before. Holy shit.
"And in 1st place with a score of 86.5, from Hudson, New Hampshire the Merrimack Valley Fightin' Titans!"
Cam stood up screaming, tackling Nick into a hug. They both cheered loud enough to break glass. Cam tackled me into a hug, I kissed him. He deserved it. He deserved the win and honestly, I didn't even care that he beat me. I just cared that he won.
"We're going to fucking destroy you next year." I grinned.
"Keep telling yourself that, darling."
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Novela JuvenilHayden Cross knows exactly what he wants. Back from a summer marching DCI, he's craving a well-deserved national win for his band. The Lovell High Marching Knights have been consistently second place in the region since his freshman year, losing by...
